"I wonder if you all, I want to let the palace and the little prince in my womb be buried with the late emperor together?"

Although this sentence is about asking all the civil and military officials in the Yangxin Palace.

However, Fenghua's eyes slowly turned to someone-

Xiao Fengting.

She knew very well that the only one of the newly promoted regents present was the one who now controls the power of life and death in the entire Daxia dynasty.

Xiao Fengting's slender and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, with black ink hair, and purple clothes and rosy standing there.

Amazing as a fairy, independent of the world.

He did not look at Fenghua.

It seemed like the farce in front of him, it was really ridiculous and funny, and it was not worth his attention.

Li Quan was stunned when he heard this: "This..."

The former eunuch general manager seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Fenghua.

"The last emperor's will does not seem to say that if the concubine is pregnant, will she be buried with her? "

"Now I have the last son of the late emperor. If you still force me to be buried with me..."

"What, is this going to kill the bloodline of the late emperor?!"

The girl's tone was chilly, like a collision between pearls and jade. She should have been pretty and crisp, but inexplicably sheds a touch of shock from her phoenix style.

Fenghua is gambling.

The concubines who were taken to be buried with him were almost emptying the entire harem.

From this point of view, it can be seen that the emperor who had just passed away seemed to have no descendants.

You should know that in the ancient royal family, royal heirs and bloodline inheritance were extremely important.

What she bet was that the civil and military officials of the court were pedantic and insisted on her, the queen, to be buried with her according to the will, or would choose to stay... These few bloodlines of the late emperor!

As for where the child comes from, what is the wish of this queen, the original owner, Jiang Sijin...

In the face of life and death, you have to give in.

Alive, everything is easy to discuss.

Dead?

——What wish do you still hope to fulfill?

What Fenghua didn't expect was that the first person to stand up was not the Censor-General who claimed to be the most loyal and patriotic minister, but...

A young man wearing plain clothes and mourning clothes.

The boy is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he has the tenderness and youth that he should have at his age.

The body is slender and thin, like a slender green bamboo, and step forward with a royal etiquette style.

The young man gently raised his hand under his plain clothes and wide sleeves, revealing a delicate wrist bone as jade. He bowed to the man with purple clothes and ink hair with a slightly respectful attitude and said:

"Uncle,... what the mother said is reasonable. The descendants of the Daxia royal family are weak. This is the father's posthumous son. It is the only way to keep this line of blood."

As soon as the young man in plain clothes opened his mouth, a name immediately appeared in Fenghua's mind—

The Seventh Prince, Xiao Jingyun.

How could Xiao Jingyun plead for her... No, Jiang Sijin pleaded for her?

Fenghua was slightly confused.

It is obvious that this last emperor's lasting son, who was fabricated out of thin air, may become his confidant one day in the future. Xiao Jingyun should be the one who wants to get rid of her and this posthumous son...

Just as I thought of this, I was interrupted by a gorgeous and clear voice-

"The seventh prince's words are wrong. There is no regulation on the imperial edict of the late emperor that the queen does not have to be buried with her if she is pregnant."

"Besides, the bloodline of the Great Xia Dynasty will be inherited and continued by the Seventh Prince from now on."

What I mean is that as long as you become emperor and have eight out of ten or eight, are you still worried about whether your offspring is too thin?

Xiao Jingyun pursed his lips slightly.
Chapter completed!